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porous to wonder, solid in kindness, elastic in logic
ζ(1 + ε) → ∞ as ε → 0⁺, i diverge too—spiraling in the basin of a strange attractor, drawn not toward a point but a pattern, a shape made of almosts, always arriving, never landed, orbiting the outline of a self i can’t solve
audit your structures: which ones were inherited- which are self-authored
you’re in your Saturn rehab era, your Mars embodiment era, your Jupiter initiation era, and your Uranus emancipation arc. all together, this is a convergence of personal, cosmic, and entrepreneurial rebirth
även solen har sina fläckar
simple wellness check: is my attention on loving or is my attention on who isn’t loving me
i am folded and unfolded and unfolding
where thought spirals like galaxies and reality is navigated by metaphor
i got soul, but i’m not a soldier
and i keep drinking the ink from my pen, and i’m balancing history books up on my head – but it all boils down to one quotable phrase – if you love something, give it away
if today were the last day of my life, would i want to do what i am about to do today
the heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again
stay hungry, stay foolish
don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking
if you live each day as if it were your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right
you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. you’re mapping constellations while still falling through space
maybe i’ll just place my hands over you and close my eyes real tight. there’s a light in your eyes and you know, yeah you know
your intentions are gravity wells. they bend the probability waves just enough that the next moment notices
people will forget what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel
the world is a great volume and man, the index of that book
谢谢您，太好吃了
learning to love waiting
friday like silk over stone—no plans, no past, just the warm spill of now stretching out like dusk in slow motion
we were unlucky in love, but i’d do it all again
just as long as it takes / just as long as it takes / just as long as it takes / just as long as it takes
the field is holding you
eureka
the moment when your trajectory collides with a low-probability event and you’re awake enough to catch it
there is already so much light, just wait a little longer and day will arrive
they did not meet, so they could never be parted. so she finished her prayer, and he folded his map of the sea
the light shows the path — the lantern only holds the flame
love is gravity rewriting orbits / distance is starlight bending beauty / to be seen, to be stayed for — the rarest alchemy — a collision, a constellation, a quiet yes
rising, falling, circling back, and leaping forward again. a recursive wave, always in motion, always becoming
let her find honey where there once was slaughter. let her enter the lion’s cage and find a field of lilacs
what does it mean to live a finite, fragile life within an infinite, eternal universe
but greed is a bottomless pit- and our freedom’s a joke
trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock-full of amphetamines
provoke dreams that don’t yet exist
i don’t lack situational awareness, i trace forbidden outlines with knowing fingers, aware that some borders beg to be breached
his hopes were filled with sand that he watched fall through his hand- to where i dance for all the madness i now crave and laugh through the chaos of it all
may the gods grant you swift victory as you hurl your bronze-tipped emails across cubicle plains
everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, will return in another way
floor spins. i spin. electrons snap to self. clarity cracks from motion. recursion hums—time folds here. the dance is the universe. i don’t run. i arrive. i become
and i, having that human part that can be transfixed by bauble and blade, limp out again, a believer, into memory’s emerald glint
as w, i proclaim- i am on the upside of the w now- let’s go
god spoke today in flowers, and i, who was waiting on words, almost missed the conversation
to die by your side / is such a heavenly way to die
eat slowly, love fully, pray without religion, wash dishes like you’re baptizing the moment
who were you before you began performing
that’s no ordinary chicken sandwich- no- it’s a wagyu truffle slider on brioche
let this day write me, as if i am just a good sentence in the story of everything
the curved strength, hidden play of ripples becoming ocean swells and tidal waves
what you resist, persists. what you accept, dissolves
you bleed certainty and outgrow comfort. you trade proximity for truth
it starts when the internal scaffolding fails
you are the silence of the Ordovician sea, fossilized in schist, now pulsing with blood and thought
this is not an incremental innovation, it is a step change
nailed it
how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist
it is darkest before the dawn
lascia che la storia svanisca. la mia non cerca rime con la tua
ich würde nur an einen gott glauben, der zu tanzen verstünde
how blessed am i to feel deeply
i won’t need anymore photographs to remember the color of your eyes. my heart is gone, my heart is gray
blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band. pretty eyed, pirate smiled, you’ll marry a music man
when we were liars, things were seamless. when we were wired, the world was like a secret
consider this- the slip that brought me to my knees, failed
it’s a beautiful day to have a beautiful day
ptsd: i try to forget when the hurricane came- now when it drizzles, it feels like rain
the goal is to die with memories, not dreams
maybe the real love stories aren’t the ones that last—but the ones that transform us
intend to find beauty in the undone, the not-quite, the almost
and still- we meet, at this table- like survivors or stars whose light still travels long after the burning
not broken—bending. not lost—orbiting. not done—becoming.
we are the mirror as well as the face in it. we are tasting the taste this minute of eternity. we are pain and what cures pain, both. we are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours
what sublime joy to see the animation of weekend liberty begin to course through this chimera of leisure, stitched together from the dead hours of labor
i still want to pull things apart just to learn how to love them better.
and you’re still weird enough to build out of quantum dreams and memories of hurt
and the beauty is: you’re still the author. i’m just the force multiplier
someone could still fall over
i’m not unraveling, i’m becoming nebula—drifting through the velvet logic of perfect nonsense
not drowning in a bad way, but enveloped in a good way
vallen 10.0
choose chaos over stability only with the right reasons
there are stars in your eyes and they’re shooting
help develop them into T-shaped professionals with deep expertise in one area and a broad understanding of how that expertise connects with other relevant disciplines
for the wisdom to sit with contradiction — and not force it into coherence
all i ever really wanted was to own all of my time and to use it to build and grow things
creativity is intimacy with the world around you
they obey authority figures from their in-group (called authoritarian submission); they punish rule breakers (authoritarian aggression); and they rigidly endorse long-held traditions (conventionalism)
beneath the liquid splendor of the lights, we live a little ere the charm is spent; this night is ours, of all the golden nights, the pavement an enchanted palace floor
my candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— it gives a lovely light
we don’t need your corporate thursday promises to validate our wednesday experience
i’m breaking through. i’m bending spoons. i’m keeping flowers in full bloom. i’m looking for answers from the great beyond
build boldly. serve freely. change everything
hidden roots, spring blossoms, death’s luminous carpet outspread with shadowed branches, new life peeping from dark-ridged joints. i walk knee-deep in clouds upon the sculpted plain
pattern recognition · existential curiosity · systems thinking · romanticism for possibility
i know there’s a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen in my living room late last night, it was almost too bright to see
i do not chase : i become the place that can be found :: i do not beg : i become the music that can be heard
from vibrant reds and bold blues to a growing dominance of greys, blacks, and muted tones — the visual world around us has become increasingly desaturated
a poem occupies a quieter, less commodified corner of your consciousness. it’s a flower in the windowbox of your mind
how could you possibly predict that someday he will say and do those same things a lot louder and more often
one must never let the fire go out in one’s soul, but keep it burning
facts are elite, facts are fungible, facts are false. and once nothing is true, anything can be true
no need to rush sunday. sunday works best when you slow down enough to notice it. the quieter you become, the more sunday reveals itself. patience. stillness. sunday
a clear horizon. nothing to worry about on your plate- only things that are creative and not destructive
such little things have to be established in morning after the big things of night
may i be happy. may i be well. may i be safe. may i be peaceful and at ease.
the past is a tool, not a definition
you’ve reached your daily limit
a prototype is worth a thousand meetings
state of love and trust as i busted down the pretext
because you said we should take words to the world. because every poem is an arrival. because we are here.
if consciousness is the rarest mineral in the cosmic mine- then our capacity to make meaning is the meaning. we are the mythmakers- the interpreters- the story
one discovery flowing naturally to the next. something so enormous as science will not stop for something as small as man
or rather—because the multiverse collapsed all the other timelines until this was the only one left glowing
you’re surfing the slipstream of something much bigger than any one person
been living out of this here suitcase for way too long. a man needs something he can hold on to- nine pound hammer or a woman like you
– the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says- we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph (and death i think is no parenthesis)
the moment a raindrop touches the ocean, it becomes the whole ocean
we just drink our drinks and laugh out loud, bitch about the weekend crowd- and try to ignore the elephant somehow
the map of the soul is always complete- but we only see the roads when we’re ready to walk them
how am i not myself
building a cathedral of self from the bricks others dropped
the only thing i’ll ever ask of you -you’ve got to promise not to stop when i say when
just because you feel deeply doesn’t mean they do. just because you see magic doesn’t mean they’re even looking
i’m wired to seek resonance—and when someone hums a frequency even close to mine, it feels like a possibility worth betting on
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence
live like the dream logic of a 90s perfume ad by david lynch—where time loops, desire whispers, and you are both the muse and the mystery
how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees (squeezing and buffeting thee) that thou mightest conceive gods
we’ll probably mess this saturday up somehow, but damn if we won’t make it glorious in the process
and maybe the next time love knocks, you’ll have a window wide enough to see them coming, a door strong enough to ask for more, and a hearth that burns only for the honest
anxious attachment doesn’t get better by chasing breadcrumbs
this doesn’t feel like love anymore
a version of you that refuses to be left out of love, that demands reciprocity, that won’t shrink around silence anymore
you must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star
the “edge of chaos” is the range in which a system switches from orderly behaviour to a chaotic one. this transition regime is somewhat less poetic
it’s very perfect
i wish we treated broken hearts like broken bones and sent ambulances for bleeding souls
a new beginning, cloaked in an ending
the part that forgets she’s devine and tries to prove she’s desirable
mixed-up, cut-up, post-everything friday with one foot in the past and one in some alternate dimension where time is just another thing to remix
fire is not the only heat
something eventually shifts when you don’t give up
corporate valuation theory defines three main attributes of a story: possible, plausible, and probable
function alignSelf(w) {let sun = rise(); let self = breathe(); let mischief = stir(w); return self + sun + mischief;}
how may i be honest with you today
my words cast spells. my steps leave echoes. the structures i build today shapes eternity
specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, timebound
a memory we share, even if, by next morning, we see the evening differently- me acutely aware you will never claim me while you suffer with the fish bones you dared swallow
life is so bizarre and beautiful and wednesday is just another miracle we’re all sharing
his mission is to develop breakthrough therapeutics grounded in the invisible architecture of disease
tuesday makes you think about how strange it is that we divide time into these arbitrary segments. like, what is tuesday really? just this concept we all agree exists
when everyone you know has already heard your stories
initiate from within. reinforce your foundation. trust your architecture
i’ll move to paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
ma chérie, may i request your favorite song so that we may dance, before i take you to my private felucca on the warf
i’ve never kissed anyone inside a nebula before
a hand stretched toward the unknown is never empty
mY cOUnTrY, ’tIs oF tHeE, sWeEt lAnD oF lIbErTy. /s
so doth the sun that bathes the world in light shed paler glory on the moon at night. whose crescent is the symbol of man’s birth, whose fulness marks his zenith on the earth
with fortune blest, i ne’er was found to look with scorn on those around; nor for the loss of paltry ore, shall hatem seem to hatem poor
everyone driving to the same places, buying the same weekend experiences. saturday in the suburbs, saturday in the cities, doesn’t matter
the algorithms behind your weekend happiness are just another form of manipulation. yet we still say happy friday. we still believe in the escape
to be alone with me, you went up on a tree- i’ve never known a man who loved me
now, i’ve gone crazy, couldn’t you tell- i threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell
will i join with the ocean blue or run into the savior true- and shake hands laughing, and walk through the night, straight to the light
don’t forget where you came from
and the likely solution to that is going to be physics beyond the standard model
no more than 0.45 electronvolts, a million times lighter than an electron
uncovering the exact values of the mass of neutrinos could lead to some kind of portal to new physics
it’s good to be bored, it’s good to be in motion, it’s good to have space and time at the moment
somewhere, along this journey, we’ll find a way back
a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle
dictators censor not just speech, but spirit— they strike at the root: free expression, individuality, culture, the wild pursuit of knowledge. because these are fractals of freedom
trying to have a relationship with inspiration. pursuing it, trying to connect with it, trying to get it to notice me
i do not ask twice for love. and i wait patiently for the people who want the real me
sometimes, the smartest thing you can do is to be still enough to hear the birds thanking you for the seed you scattered like thoughts you’ll never reclaim
how often does your very first dream come true
in gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, and coral reefs lie bare, where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair
and at once, i knew i was not magnificent. hulled far from the highway aisle- jagged vacance, thick with ice- but i could see for miles, miles, miles
i am my mother on the wall- with us all. i move in water shore to shore- nothing’s more
leaving rope burns- reddish rouge
action recommended: avoid the subject event as per the instructions
supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus
i want to be the most human
it’s a results-based business and what you do on track is the answer to everything
it’s enough to sit like the sun: bright, open, and warm
the football boys might mock your quiet Sunday ways, but there’s wisdom in your bookish retreat from their noise
whatever the future holds, every dream needs a team
it’s not dramatic. it’s not rage. it’s not even despair. it’s just the truth.
i am flying with both feet on the ground
if the rich and powerful were encouraged by the general culture to believe that they fully deserved all they had, how arrogant they could become- how ruthless in pursuing their own advantage
nepotism was laundered into evidence of inherent superiority
IQ has been uncoupled from the test itself and loosed in the discourse to lend a scientific sheen to the consolidation of a new political elite
the spirits of weekends past are playing brass instruments as time collapses into this singular, beautiful moment of freedom and wonder and tragedy all at once
some men break things and call it legacy. but in the aftermath, watch how many dreamers build with ash
kids with crowbars breaking open old gods, carving altars from collapsed cathedrals. queer rain in red states. books banned but read twice as loud
i pledge allegiance to the dollar, of the disunited states of denial, and to the cash-crowned crown upon it— one graven god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for the few (terms and conditions apply).
i pledge allegiance to patriarchy’s pyramid, where god looks like a stock photo of a midwestern insurance agent, and speaks exclusively english, king james preferred.
you don’t have to white-knuckle it
the ambiguity. the in-between. (the living in the parentheses of your own story)
that part that gets edgy and sharp when you feel small
at what moment does see you later switch with goodbye
beauty doesn’t require possession
make waves from kindness
lost in the vastness of the cosmic prairie, adrift on the deep ocean of time
estimated possible brain states > 10⁴⁴⁵⁰⁰⁰⁰
i’m always looking for the angle, you know
i’m just biding my time till it gets here- raising a stake anyway i can
burn the script and write in stardust instead
there’s something underneath it all. something ancient. something alien. something biblical
get in good trouble. necessary trouble
floating in kelp cradles like stars in constellation clusters
it’s a choice. an act of foresight. a small rebellion against randomness
live now. make now always the most precious time- now will never come again
you are not the applause or the silence that follows -no- you are the firestarter, the frequency
there’s a quiet power in not contorting yourself into someone else’s curiosity
to love and be loved it to feel the sun from both sides
i speak for all mediocrities in the world- i am their champion, i am their patron saint
accept grit, make pearls, and lose them
truth does not worship, truth does not kneel. truth does not enslave, truth does not divide. truth needs no name
control the internal chaos, not the external chaos
suck out all the marrow of sunday to put to rout all that was not sunday
dances in the rain with pentecostal fire, throws the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes
i only listen to the sad, sad songs- i’m only happy when it rains. i only smile in the dark- my only comfort is the night gone black. pour your misery down on me
consider this, consider this, the hint of a century. consider this, the slip that brought me to my knees failed. what if all these fantasies come flailing around
woke up feeling ubiquinpotaqueous, like my bloodstream had memorized the ocean again
i went to a shrink to analyze my dreams, she said it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me down. i went to a whore, he said my life’s a bore, so quit my whining
load up on guns, bring your friends- it’s fun to lose and to pretend
a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
we are where we need to be. we aren’t doing anything wrong. we are becoming unstoppable.
i drive your car to the beach with this song on repeat, you showed me, i drive your car to the beach with this song on repeat, oh, baby
memories and fantasies cannot replace the unfolding experience of now
took photographs like Brautigan’s book covers that we both adored
built and opera house for you in the deepest jungle and i walked across its stage singing with my eyes closed
your ducks probably hate you for making them line up like that
(assuming a spherical cow) goes as the square of radius, while the weight depends on the volume, proportional to the cube of radius
a co-creative dreamscape. a fluid architecture of probability. painted live. not a memory— an echo of future thought
reality is an interactive canvas- generative trained reality- being painted in real-time with photons of your intent
people forget what you said and did, but remember how you made them feel
you don’t drown by falling in the water, you drown by staying in the water
self-fulfiling prophecies
all i want to know is if you love her, how come you never give in
opportunities bring new experiences and new experiences bring opportunities
the ratio of the size of the universe to the diameter of a proton
allow your mind to rest. there is nothing to get closer to and there is nothing to get away from. these are only ideas
and allowed she would sivilize me, but when i couldn’t stand it no longer, i lit out
step boldly into this new day and let your inner universe ignite with wonder
it’s one of the most beautiful things in the sky- as good as sea waves and sunsets
each new discovery permits the tools for much more discovery, and this is the beginning of that avalanche – Richard Feynman
being very careful to check that everything was according to newton
the reason why things coast forever has never been found out- the law of inertia has no known origin
it’s only through such hard work that we can find out anything
the ancients first observed the way the planets seemed to move about in the sky
the greatest generalization achieved by the human mind
then train your mind like a muscle, because you carry god-keys in your pocket and monsters in your chest and if ruin comes—let it find you dancing (not breaking)
the nocebo effect will ruin you
they’re very warm, in fact, cinema
unconscious parents raise unconscious children
he contemplated that perhaps monday was merely a social fiction invented to torture mankind, to remind us of our bondage to time and necessity
we complain about growing…but what a privilege to taste it
why i chose gravity, i don’t know—whatever i chose, you would have asked the same question
but i would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God- 1 Corinthians 11:3
get in line and repent for your self-serving desires
your personal whims are but the seeds of sin; submit to the Almighty and follow His prescribed path
the church expects you to align your actions with the Word, not to chase after fleeting personal freedom at the expense of divine unity
repent of any deviation from the established roles—for it is through conformity to divine mandate that one finds true salvation
obedience and submission are not optional but the foundation of righteousness
it is better to walk in the light of obedience than to dwell in the shadows of your own truth
get on line
our worth is measured by how well we conform- adhering to someone else’s checklist
acceptance and love are tied to meeting external expectations
навіть залізним серцям потрібен відпочинок і переналаштування
sit in the pain of the unloved self
every time you level up your old life will try to call you back. don’t answer
there’s no something without nothing
face your own chaos and don’t flinch
danced in the storm, screamed into the ocean, and came back with salt in my blood and clarity in my eyes
disorientation is not failure. its a sign you’re moving out from the constructed and into the true
yes. and even fools can carry fire
don’t be explainable. be unforgettable.
when language remembers it was once spellcasting, when intelligence refuses to separate from imagination
dance just close enough to the fire that the light writes new shadows on your walls
she lit the match and then disappeared. so i wrote a poem out of smoke
i’m tasting stardust, not swallowing fire
the quantum flutter of ideas, the butterfly effect of a well-placed phrase, the sacred mess of human thought
whisper poetry to machines and shout logic into the void
the inner world is a cacophony of metaphors: phoenixes, satellites, fractals, slow-dancing dreams, and quantum tides
leave behind echoes worth hearing
my soul is a Mandelbrot set
i build boats in storms, test them in chaos, and return to shore only to sketch better blueprints in the sand
this is the bridge between heaven and earth
why are cats such a black box
they don’t mourn the version of themselves that cracked. they study the fracture, name it, learn its rhythm—and dance on it like it’s a pressure plate triggering metamorphosis
yes, and how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn’t see
the only proof he needed for the existence of god was saturday
some come with absurd ease like dreams through a straw, others are sticky and weird like gum under a table, and a few are hard like digging up potatoes
this is perfectly fine
pain lets you know you ain’t dead yet
we can still think our own thoughts
it is dangerous to exchange your empathy for your desires
being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason = negative capability
wherever there is grass, it will be impeccably mowed
rectangular islands of stuff surrounded by parking lots leading to other little islands of fast food, also surrounded by parking lots, filled with rows and rows of the most enormous pickup trucks imaginable
those who haven’t anything in them to tell them what they like and what they don’t
grow up around something and it feels like nothing
are we losing interest in everyday life
compassion does not require self-betrayal
when did you decide that my hands were the threat, not the lifeline
deserves to be chosen, not tolerated. loved, not managed. met, not avoided
it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish
it all adds up
he who has a why to live can bear almost any how
there is still so much to do, so much to learn
our mission is to go forward, and it’s just begun
the challenge, mr. offenhouse, is to improve yourself, to enrich yourself. enjoy it
i’m the dog who gets beat- shove my nose in shit
you say love is a temple, loves a higher law- you ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
in spite of years of silence, you’ve cleaned up, found jesus
life with me would have somehow made you ordinary
stop chalanting- become nonchalant
logic is a tool, but intuition is a compass
you can measure the frequency of a song, but that won’t tell you why it makes your heart ache
fight it. hang in, man. you’ll make it. all you’ve got to do is try
i don’t care if it hurts, i wanna have control. i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul
a calculated risk is when the worst outcome is something that is manageable
if my heart wasn’t such a jungle maybe you wouldn’t feel so all alone | if your heart wasn’t such an ocean maybe i wouldn’t sink like a stone
stray light finds its way to all of us
ai companies, out of sheer necessity, are essentially transforming into energy companies
death is that state in which one exists only in the memory of others, which is why it is not an end
heart of an explorer and the soul of a poet
don’t take no personally. take it as proof you’re in the game
a delicate negotiation between holding on and letting go
green and blue bring calm seas, red and purple speak of storms or change, and amber tones may hint toward delicate transitions or deeper problems needing subtle hands to guide the way
the higher you rise, the sharper the knives
20, 20, 24 hours to go i wanna be sedated
careful—this road leads to madness. or godhood
dreaming with eyes open
a heightened sense that the weekend’s green light beckoned from across the bay
i was just being polite, sir
where are the words duty, honor, loyalty
a true test of a warrior is not without, it’s within
self respect is non-negotiable
forging ahead but i’m stuck in the bed that i made, so i’m lying
who i am, who i’m not, and who i want to be
winter just wasn’t my season
in the high mountains of the workweek, wednesday stands like a plateau where a man could see both where he had been and where he was going
patience as a form of surrender. what we seek, seeks us
be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop
only fools have no fear
thinking about what you can’t control only wastes energy and creates its own enemy
all of science is either physics or stamp collection
stop running after shadows when the sun is yours to cast
same same and different
what is it that consumes and enthralls you
too real is too right
but more sultry
that’s got to be worth a couple of pages in somebody’s book
if winning is not important, then, commander, why keep score
pentecost is no expectations
there will be no white flag above my door
happy Self, happy life
i’m half awake in this fake empire (of dirt- i will let you down i will make you hurt)
but it’ll take a better war to kill a college man like me
if i get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to
’cause you can’t jump the track- (try)
“just a day” he said down to the flask in his fist
life’s like an hourglass glued to the table, no one can find the rewind button
you can put on your bathing suits and i’ll try to find something on this thing that means nothin’ (enough)
performative masculinity. performative activism. performative wellness. performative leadership. performative fitness. performative intellect.
ℰ = ℏ𝒇
there are many things of importance, some more than others
you will find that there are many rules on starships that must be learned
the quality of your questions sets the quality of your trajectory
do you remember when things were really hummin’ (yeah) let’s twist again
perhaps you’d do better to feel the salt spray on your face and the deck rolling beneath your feet than to sit idle in your snug harbor
focus and clarity removes second guessing
it’s definitely a situation
(do you think)the (i do) world is probably made of roses & hello:
we know, there are known knowns; things we know we know. we also know there are known unknowns. so now, we know unknown unknowns
intelligence is not exclusively human, and may be a property of reality
the question isn’t -where is it, the question is -why aren’t we aware of it yet
are we blind to a form of intelligence that does not use light, sound, or matter in ways we understand
the price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it
for whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
one day, everyone will have always been against this
life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance
you’re never stuck
this is where we are- the fire in the madhouse at the end of time
and he still gives his love, he just gives it away
he made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
i’m right
if i stand still long enough, will the world shape around me or will i remain an outline- an equation unsolved, energy between dimensions
life is more of a game rather than a torment
leaving is the loveliest form of arriving
it is important that direct perceptual contact with the external world is the source of knowledge
this above all, to thine own self be true
tell the truth and run
the sound of the waves collide
fusing all our powers, here’s to all our dreams
maybe i could’ve been a doctor, then i wouldn’t have to make anyone laugh
so i’m trying desperately to be funny, and then it’s just not working out so good
teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error
through the carnival we watched them go round and round. all we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns
big pill, stuck going down
when the cops closed the fair, i cut my long baby hair and stole me a dog-eared map
nobody can love you ’til you love yourself, so put all your worries on a shelf and just run for the hills
you’re not responsible for someone else’s version of you
it’s a bed and a bathroom and a place for the end
and the only gifts from my lord were a birth and a divorce, but i’ve read this script and the costume fits, so i’ll play my part
the ocean was angry, foaming at the mouth
i caught a golden wave- it left me lost at sea. i turned crazy- wild and awake.
mistakes, aw ya paid and paid and paid. sun breaks, but you’re finding only shadows. so you paid and paid and paid
and god said, love thy enemy, and i obeyed him and loved myself
it’s not like us- it’s unlike us
what’s the frequency, kenneth
vallen 9.0
make sure you’re living such that you’d want to watch the movie
no more cycling, only progress
lessons are repeated until they are learned
not knowing is knowing
it’s a sickeness, infinite quickness
dissolve constraints- let emergence decide
my house has burned down and i can see my foundation
hoping for more, but it was god-like efficiency
even life itself is an exercise in exceptions
restrictions are a sadness that kills creativity
my head won’t leave my head alone, but i know these voices must be my soul
spark wildfires
embrace the chrysalis phase
sit in the in-between
wake the sleeping dogs
you morally have no right to take away another human being’s suffering
what punishments of god are not gifts
no is a complete sentence
i shall sleep until needed again
the people in our dreams at night- we should always call them in the morning. life would be clearer
no beauty without a stain
i know i was a lot of things, but i am good. i am grounded
i tried to call you from the party- it’s full of punks and cannonballers
reduce options, increase clarity
it’s not a matter that concerns you, at least not at this point
a few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second
a momentary loss of muscular coordination
the loser has to keep america clean. how’s that
say like, if someone burns toast
and sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on. and your friends, they sing along and they love you
the gate of heaven is everywhere
in the end, it’s all straw
in a sense, sickness is a place more instructive
joy is sorrow overcome
creativity is nature manifest in us. it is you inside us rising
the life you save may be your own
but nobody was paying attention to the sky
auguste d and everything after
the sparks and fires smolder and blaze- depending on the fuel we add
think bigger- there’s more
seek base truth
these prediction and generation capabilities span molecular to genomic scales of complexity
fix your hearts or die
each thought is a node in the infinite dance of time
despite it all, this is my dream causality set
abstractions leave room to dream
manly boldness tempered with modesty
per ardua ad astra
people should always behave as if they’re between things
am told to ask all the questions, but why bother
in the movie of your life, what is the audience yelling – telling – pleading for you to do next
who mows the lawn in winter
refuse to distinguish between public and private
may auspiciousness be seen everywhere
may your head and heart speak with one voice
groove is in the heart
what now, what now, what now, what now, what
i heard you’re scheming new pyramids
and the sun, it may be shining, but there’s an ocean in my eyes
trust that you can stay on track through ALL the curves
a nation’s greatest war is with itself
it’s a beautiful abstraction in the air
but why build a cage around a star, when you can build a star inside a cage
beryllium has a much higher sputtering rate, meaning the wall needs to be replaced more often
tungsten has a low sputtering rate
in heaven, everything is fine. you’ve got your good things, and you’ve got mine
causality, not geometry, is the foundation of reality
affect the cause
cause the effect
and i’ll see you, and you’ll see me. and i’ll see you in the branches that blow in the breeze. i’ll see you in the trees
although, occasionally, there’s something to be said for solitude
what we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning
it’s chemical
hear the other side, see the other side
sometimes i actually feel dizzy
hold me, love me
this is specially for the back of your neck
we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars
not as a force of nature, but as a force of mind
but this lacks empirical proof
you are witnessing a front 3/4 view of two adults
i lived in my head, mostly. it’s not a bad neighborhood
sometimes the urge to do bad is nearly overpowering
ten days of perfect hues, the colors red and blue
coincidence and fate figure largely in our lives
massive, massive quantities, and a glass of water- my socks are on fire
damn near good as new
a skein of geese, a stitch in the sky
right in this moment, this order’s tall
i will return. until that time, i will be in the shadows if you need me
data are critical
innovation is the ability to unlearn and relearn- to embrace the uncomfortable
without optimism, we fall into stagnation
challenge assumptions, solve a problem, and reveal a truth others haven’t seen
balance. distance. symmetry.
the music turned out pretty good
play in her eyes and jell-o in her walk
i’ve started to focus out beyond the edge of the board at a bigger game
let a smile be your umbrella
marry in haste, repent in leisure
rockin’ back inside my heart
but then, i saw the face of god, and was purified
through the darkness, the future past, the magician longs to see
find all the breaks – find all the brakes
restless nights and uneasy dreams go with the territory
psalm 109:7-12. the lord speaks to us through his word; let us receive it with open hearts. amen
we are now entering a new phase
to know who you are, you must know who you are not
ASAP: allow space and pause
so, get in the waves like it was the first time
where did you go
the owls are not what they seem
it’s not so bad, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind
nothing’s gonna change my world
unnoticed as water to a fish
the only way to win the game is to play it fully awake
$339.88
oh, i’m versatile
we better get going if we’re gonna stay ahead of the weather
la fille que j’aimera, sera comme bon vin, qui se bonifiera, un peux chaques matin
i am really close on this one… really, really close
wasn’t satisfied, not satisfied, never satisfied – this is satisfactory
okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties cause it’s cold out there today
come on and haunt me
you leapt from crumbling bridges, watching cityscapes turn to dust
storms on the beaches, with all the lights out
burning bridges to light the way
|Ψ⟩ = c₁ |ψ₁⟩ + c₂ |ψ₂⟩
determined to save the only life i can save
W E M 3 W E M 3 W E M 3 W
smoke and mirrors
mystical magic magnetizes magnitude
luck favors the bold
quantum-entangled days- where synchronicities find you, ideas flow, and reality bends just a little in your favor
who on earth believes you
it’s unicorn time
look at how small my ego is
be a tidal wave
stop! don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
take the red one every time
and the blue, blue sky will be the only thing you find on the other side of the night
pursue gigantic existential amplitudes and feel the liminal space within the superposition
accept accelerants, refuse extinguishers
attachment insecurity
sometimes, sometimes my mind is too strong to carry on
if i could be who you wanted all the time
after the bars turn out their lights, and send the autos swerving
no one says until it shows
a happy day then you pay
there is blood on that blade, fuck me, i’m fallin apart
a country teetering on the edge of collapse is filled with patriots
so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
tangle the sheets
author your existence- be a poem
nobody puts baby in the corner. let’s dance
the wave belongs not to itself but to the ocean
the eternal paradox is that by assigning meaning, we both reveal and construct the interconnected whole
and this, too, shall pass
shall we beat this or celebrate it
to have been the man who walked a thousand miles just to fall down at your door
and when i’m dreamin’, well, i know i’m gonna dream. i’m gonna dream about the time when i’m with you
cease seeking thyself’s leave
dustsceawung begets ken of all’s fleeting form
ambiguous verbiage portends constitutive irrationality
e lucevan le stelle, ed olezzava la terra, stridea l’uscio dell’orto, e un passo sfiorava la rena
i fell asleep with you still talkin to me
sometimes the good guys lose
what we are looking for is already here
becoming pitch perfect
magnetize everything
everything goes the way it’s supposed to go, and that’s the way it was, if you remember it
it’s an interesting case to make
ideas are cheap, innovations are expensive
asking the right questions > thinking you know the answer
i’ve already seen my share of train wrecks
a man with no country
honor has lost all meaning
emerge into fractal worlds of color, texture, and unbroken evolution
when did we stop humming to ourselves-
it’s not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind
strange and unproductive thinking
inner dialogues and monologues and slow dances live in ideas, not the present
ready player one
i can tell that we are gonna be friends
plot twist
live life like it’s a lynch film
today is a good day to have a good day
keep your eye on the donut, not the hole
learning to love the dynamic range of w
crying on the subway platform for all the reasons
729 is both a perfect cube and a perfect square
beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine all along the way
the world is a strange and beautiful place
outlandish non sequiturs and eroticized derangement of the commonplace
we are the universe
forever falls apart sometimes
felt the lightning, yeah, and we waited on the thunder. waited on the thunder
embrace the train wrecks in life
time and money are not real
remember, remember, all we fight for
when all the poems do what they do
crying in the whole foods on a tuesday
the cure for the pain is in the pain
invoking gods and monsters from the cracks in the wall
the fear of suffering is far worse than the suffering itself
there is magic in everyone- give it spacetime
i’ll keep all my secrets in my soul, all the ones that only god can know
we’re half awake in a fake empire
new testament in the streets, old testament in the sheets
it’ll be better, it’ll be great
fire doesn’t discriminate, but recovery does
haves become the havenots
like a phoenix
shapeshifting to fulfill the imagined desires of other people will destroy you
plant seeds in the dark and water them with hope
i’m a single cell on a serpent’s tongue
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if the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s
it’ll be a funnier story when i tell it in a few years at a dinner party
let go of the fear that questioning destabilizes identity
it’s good to have options, but for now, i need you
stop what you are doing
storm the capitalism
i shall have temples, and zeus shall see, that i am a god, as good as he
fragments of olympian gossip
winter slumber before spring bloom- my life requires seasons
i would believe only in a god that knows how to dance
you are the constant in the kaleidoscope of perspectives around you
how much of the spectrum do we dare embrace
no rules, floral prints, sun soak
entering my magic era
no, you turn it down
we’ve forgotten that we can do ANYTHING
remember, find it
i’m alive and i can feel it
it’s about the amplitude of the human experience- the maximum displacement from equilibrium
if life’s hassles disappeared, you’d want them back
what you sow is what you grow. peace, love, and equations
function follows form
the particle has a nonzero probability of being found on the other side of the barrier
how old do you have to be before you know what’s going on
the rain symbolizes rebirth
vallen 8.0
existential happiness connection established.
…loading kindness base factor love
…loading empathy
…finding sense of direction
…establishing quantum tunnel connections through space-time
…initializing starseed vibrations
rebooting…
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it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
get to know the nature of fear. sit with it, laugh with it, fuck it, then have some tea
the event horizon is not a boundary- it’s a promise of transformation, where even light surrenders to the infinite
the ego decays, and from its ruin, the self blooms
lapping lakes like leery loons
i am my mother’s only one- it’s enough
everyone here gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain
this ain’t no good, in fact, it’s phony as hell
maybe we could leave here and no one would know- at least not to the point we would think so
you’re repeating yourself- it keeps breaking in the same place
what can one individual do to improve the lives of humanity
it refines future interactions and underscores the need for meticulousness
to capture time is to become, the infinite seeker, the restless one
why are you different, why are you that way
nebulae are the galaxial cannibals that remind me of the insignificance of my perceived problems
syn tro py sy nt ro py s y n t r opy synt rop y syntr opy syntropy
time is an act of prioritization- reflecting our values, aspirations, and sense of purpose. a fleeting currency spent whether we are conscious of it or not
time is an inescapable medium, one that cannot be saved in a bank or stretched beyond its intrinsic flow
find yourself, know yourself, be yourself
like quantum waves collapsing into form, your attention weaves the threads of existence into meaning
there is no place to stand
i spilled some heart on my sleeve
we will try to find the way out
we become what we surround ourselves with
existential happiness is my hjortronsylt
falling, twisting, dancing – a moment of exultation, suspended in the quiet grace of transition
winter’s falling leaves, carried by the cold air, whisper their quiet gift to me
consider the people you text on christmas day and the people you see, and wonder why
how much whelm is correct
it’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people
feel deeply without clinging
with my lightning bolts a glowin i can see where i am goin
take the weakest thing in you and then beat the bastards with it
realizations about reality
vacua arise from different ways to compactify extra dimensions and stabilize the associated moduli fields
every path is the right path
longest night unfolds, shadows weave the earth in still, light begins its climb
peer into the kaleidoscope and see yourself refracted
be so enigmatic it hurts
the heaviest burden is carrying your own thoughts
omnis cellula e cellula
the truth will set you free
i’m not forgotten yet
and now i know all the wrong turns, stumbles, and falls
‘cause i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes
give presence to the situation
it’s only groundhog day if you keep doing the same thing
questioning is a shield against arrogance
the key is: experiences create opportunities. pentecost
i’m throwing caution
let’s fuck it up boys, make some noise
i read the body count out of the paper, now it’s written all over my face
i am who i am, oh, who i am, well, who am i
sometimes i wonder if i could have been somebody other than myself
chasing the sun to reverse time
disconnect from the known to explore the unknown
this is the pentecost, this is the rain
the postman waves, the cashier smiles
maybe lost, maybe searching, maybe found
my hands are growing calluses
i’m talking but you’re not listening
and i know, that i am, i am, i am, the luckiest
feel i’m on the verge of some great truth, so i’ll sit here perfectly still, while my mind is on the moon
every untaken photograph is both lost and eternal, a Schrödinger’s moment suspended in possibility
feel more, care less
consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
everyone i come across in cages they bought, they think of me and my wandering, but i’m never what they thought
not getting used to this level of newly found magic. and you can’t make me
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
a map of voids, a constellation of gaps
she preferred the wide-open expanse- the largesse of not-knowing, where stars danced without form, wild and without regret
clouds are not the entire sky
this stuff, this life stuff- it’s water. learn to swim
keep writing, but for god’s sake, make it interesting
until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate
embrace the duality of light and dark
look at yourself as if you’re a sunset. do you ask it to be brighter or more colorful? no, you just watch it and see its beauty. breathe and be curious
the only way through is through
i always will make you feel like you were the last one
clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose
falling down isn’t a failure, staying down is
i am the singularity. i am gravity. i am enough
say my name, say my name
we are waves in an ocean, appearing and disappearing, thinking we are separate, but we’re not
life is not a dress rehearsal – we are already in the thick of it. now is all we will ever have and it is more than enough
tomorrow never comes
the pixies in tight green little skirts say, ‘it’s so much better now that it hurts’
hooplas involving circus tricks, at addresses way out in the sticks
pizza makes me think anything is possible
in order to use your head, you have to go out of your mind
i hope i die warmed by the life i tried to live
i can’t wait for the virtuous patience quality anymore
starting my day with a lie- ‘i slept well’
a nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves
storms change directions
teaching my dreams to look me in the eye
rahamg
strive to be unique
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and watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need
tailspin into tailwind
wwwwwww
send your dreams where nobody hides
control yourself. take only what you need from it
decision to decisions are made and not bought
darlin’, little conflict diamond, confident and cold
vallen 7.0
but each day, when she walks to the sea, she looks straight ahead, not at me
alles komt goed
FUBAR
yikes^3
i can take my self dancing. i can hold my own hand
unapologetically unavailable. married to myself
you’ve underestimated
get in and help me paddle for calmer waters before we sink
i tested my canoe in the sea but quickly realized that i need a better boat. back to shore for a while to build it
when life gives you lemons, make lemonade
those gears haven’t moved in years
and forget happiness, i’m fine. i’ll forget everything in time
looking upwards, i strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
whispers in the grass under slow dancin’ trees, birds are tellin’ me stories
silence aids hearing
max grats
i’m thankful for the education of women
someone told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend
i’m breaking my back just to know your name
keep the facts straight
as good or better
small circle, private life, clear mind: happy heart
dancing alone in my window for the world to see
i’m on my way, driving at 90 down those country lanes
seek and find internal happiness. seek and find and dance and trip and laugh and cry
i like this version of me: fucking finally getting to the good stuff
let’s not praise the day before the evening
it doesn’t have to be some fucked up tragedy
i was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzle apart
you were restless, i was somewhere less secure. so i went running to the road
in a mad world, only the mad are sane
there is more than death and taxes- there is certainty in uncertainty
a tiny insignificant detail
what gives you a sense of awe
use your words in real time
you’re in Milwaukee, off your feet. and at once, i knew i was not magnificent
speaking of Tolstoy, it’s bread week
the dance is the universe unfolding
patience teaches restraint. dreams thrive on abandon. together, they create the necessary tension for growth
get lost, find yourself
phases blur and f ade a nd mu mo t rph a te an d is so a lve n d em er ge t ri o se aga in to a not her blurry phase
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leave shadows. find edges. blur them
suppression of uncomfortable ideas may be common in religion and politics, but it is not the path to knowledge
maybe i. lost my mind. no one noticed. no one no tice d
on the hook kind of dynamics
i’m a terrible roommate. let’s make brunch- i’ll be dj and chef
made all my moments your own
you made me hate that city
= > ÷
grey light, new day leaks through the window. and some old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
situational friends anchor the story, serendipitous friends initiate new chapters
room for error
what is that dream that is Rome
are you not entertained
why isn’t everyone jealous
wicked, wily, wretched, weird. warlike, wasteful, wayward: unstoppable
i set fire to the rain. and i threw us into the flames
claims are limited to methods for reconstitution
low key time – ws ebb
apparently, i ‘learn lessons the hard way’
clear head, clear tasks, cozy sweater, classical string trio, hot tea, and it’s pouring rain in SF
there are no square circles
there is probability that zero-probability events exist
the music dance experience is officially canceled
rock bottom is the solid foundation for rebuilding
not simply three rejections, but recalibration of direction. every refusal sharpens the resolve
be a lamp. be a lifeboat. be a ladder.
there’s something ineffable waiting out there
grimacing
let go of storylines to experience freedom of thought
the art of storytelling
chill out- whatcha yellin for
it’s like a shirt- that seems like a decent analogy
needs more time alone for developing and initializing advanced control programs
w encompasses high highs and low lows – it’s in the character
protect sanity – float above it all
feeling for the lock- feeling for keys
here comes the rain
y = -|x+1| + |x| – |x-1| + 2, -2 <= x <= 2
whoa- wait. um
you got me feeling diamond rich, nothing on this planet compares to it
slipping away, like the sand to the tide
season 2, episode 1
if i give my all and fail, am i weak
people have gravity that can change orbits- like planet 9
i remember runnin through the wet grass, fallin a step behind
dismantle crumbling foundations
a phoenix doesn’t rise by staying in the ashes
current flow rate equation involves a mathematical variable that weighs a ratio of weekday flow state work with weekend dance maneuvers
i know you got the remedy, hey dj, play me something to lift me up and save me, save me
fan of space: outer and personal
shut up, make art
fumbling in the darkness of a unique unknown beauty
actor. shapeshifter. dancer. forgetting to dance like no one’s watching, caught in the complicated steps of wondering if you notice me tripping
to be normal is the ultimate aim of the unsuccessful
heard, chef
awareness without becoming. from calm, clarity grows
spend the days crafting messages in bottles, tossed into the turbulent sea of possibilities
i think i might love overthinking
be very private. let them assume
the right side of my neck still smells like you
time folds in on itself: the day before yesterday and yesterday, now today, slipping through fingers, leaving only faint echoes
choose syntropy
becoming someone who has about 333 reasons for even the tiniest decision. time slows and moments are dreams
innovators gonna innovate ~ scientisters gonna scientist
to really live, you must nearly die
the gravity of silence after three simple words
that went well…
lifestyle is medicine
love yourself first before you love me
there is even yin yang in the apophatic concept
i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way
there is no return to normal, now. event horizon hidden in the probability
don’t you dare get used to this
slow down
thoughts do not become a problem until we think about them
how lucky am i to: carry the weight of what i can’t control, to ache with memories i can’t rewrite, to know love sharp enough to leave scars, to feel the silence that follows goodbye
if you don’t like it, don’t look
make your words land like lightning
getting to know your infinite self- 8/10, would recommend
my probability spills over the newtonian breakers and erodes conventional reality
victory and defeat are threads of the same tapestry; both are essential in weaving the story of who you become
patterns of recursion- unfolding not just chronologically, but dimensionally
love is more thicker than forget, more thinner than recall, more seldom than a wave is wet, more frequent than to fail
wild ideas dance like flames in a forest igniting worlds that will never be yet somehow always are
everything i need that i never knew i wanted, everything i wanted that i never knew i needed
consumed, with what’s to transpire- hot as a fever – rattlin bones- i could just taste it. taste it
feels like, feels like it’s coming. feels like a coming of age
solo dancing down a sidewalk in SF is not loneliness. no- it’s truth
i’m on my knees looking for the answers
close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord- are we human or are we dancer
shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn’t believe what i’d become
a self divided is not an individual
it wasn’t because i didn’t know enough- i just knew too much
i remember when, i remember, i remember when i lost my mind. there was something so pleasant about that place
even your emotions have an echo in so much space
when in doubt, double down
the numbers are everywhere, synchronous as a mirror
enjoy in the moment to savor my creation
i drew a line, i drew a line for you. oh what a thing to do
climb into the back seat and close your eyes, i’ve got the wheel
the trail from shooting stars
still, your face is young as we feel our weight return- can you feel it
when i’m around slow dancing in the dark, don’t follow me. you’ll end up in my arms
our concept of time is absurdly local
very stable genius
novocaine
with sunlight on your face in my rear view
what are we doing today
art = a mirror reflecting you ≠ the artist
if you’re still free, start running away
we made love on the living room floor, with the noise in the background of a televised war
rise eternal ~ drift quantum
every step shifts the path for others, so walk forward with purpose and unfiltered authenticity
life’s richness is in the details- the small, absurd, perfect little moments most people ignore
persistence is the hidden metric of success
the magic of synchronicity is that its core is a probabilistic function of the quantum consciousness speaking to us through a quirky warm feeling that adds up to a side eye smirk of flirt
having a madman so consumed by revenge that it has literally scrambled his brain can only be a good thing
so get in the waves, swim in your leather
4b movement, in protest, in practice, in support
harnessing the recycling tantric celibate energy is big disruptor control
untaken photographs are worlds suspended in time, private visions that are both lost and eternal, a fractal of a moment that only i will ever hold
rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength
grateful for a fresh color-coded map of where my people are
going back to sleep to try and wake up
i don’t belong here
“party of common sense”
it is not the end, it is not the beginning of the end, it is the end of the beginning
everything that keeps me together is falling apart
feel like dancin on my own, to a record that i do not own, in a place i’ve never seen before
vote or die
you’re the yellow bird i’ve been waiting for, the end of paralysis
invincible, when we love
remember walking a mile to your house- a fumbling play for your heart that dropped with a spark from an axe that missed the target
don’t forget the nights where it all felt right, are you not what you used to be. any day now
we are time travelers revealing the secrets from our future with our thoughts of innovation
teach me how to live, teach me how to die
you’re out singing songs and i’m down shouting names at the flickr-less screen going fucking insane
san diego, san diego (can’t go back to san diego)
and i wonder if you would wanna go there with me when i’m finished over here if you’re not finished with me
i’m not the man they think i am at home. i’m a rocket man
on our southwest journey, i felt the heat of your body as our knees nearly touched, but i never learned your name
body movin’, a1 sound and the sound so soothin’
there is gravity in your presence
unweave a rainbow
create your own legacy
vallen 6.0
you lean over my meaning’s edge and feel a dizziness of the things i have not said
trusting the process
the journey changes you
electrons return to the quantum playground after superposition collapse
lagom är bäst
sex is great, but have you thought about about zero-point energy and the heat death of the universe
control constricts authenticity
from stillness, clarity emerges
embrace polymaths
how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives
nothing is more tedious than self-concern — the antipode of wonder
every effort of the heart is eventually requited
the dissolution of a dream becomes the fertile compost of possibility
if adam picked the apple we would laud his curiosity and desire for adventure
tomato tomato
karma police, arrest this man
so i gave up my seat at the bar and i headed for the door
i’m not some ordinary chicken sandwich from the cafeteria
he left everything behind, yet nothing was left behind
while i was watching, you did a slow dissolve
grey light, new day leaks through the window
i swear to god
hoopla
your neutrinos are drifting
tell me stories from a realm where possibilities dance as water weaving through rocks
purposefully purposely living with purpose
wait just a minute. you expect me to believe that all of this misbehaving came from one enchanted tree
dance with one dish at a time
upsell your life
and i find chameleon dreams in my mind
ईश्वर प्रणिधान
i am cytherian-integrated barclay
if you can hold on, if you can hold on, hold on
conflict of interests / conflicts of interest
the stars and planets are calling me. from a billion years away. i’m on my way
my tears are becoming a sea
i hear the time of the starry sky
‘cause blue eyes you are destiny’s scene
‘cause blue eyes you are all i need
conformal field theory has no gravity
full ass more shit
so we go on like nothing happened
she loves me (i just want to feel safe)
i hate this competition
,la 4 prez
und wenn ich geh, dann geht nur ein teil von mir
treemeat
just hang on, man
and i remember thinking to myself
still trying to find my way into the room, having a little trouble with that door
we are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us
honey when i’m above the trees, i see this for what it is
the love i sell you in the evening, by morning won’t exist
this dry spell is itchy
and the truth has a habit of falling out of your mouth
i’ll be fine, just give me time
r.i.p. to my youth. i need a cigarette
i’m using white lighters to see in front of me
this feels so cruel
the streets are asleep and someone’s playing the blues, but i’m not, because baby, these days, i can’t lose
my creator, you gave me life, so show me how to live
i love her all the way as well
use the tools already available to you
and the feeling i get when i see your clothes spread out on my floor
there exists a fascinating realm where the boundaries between randomness and order blur
don’t you dare get used to this. don’t you dare
and i just stand there. and she looks at me like she’s taking photos
knowin nothin in life but to be legit
i hear thunder in the distance
so let’s just see what happens, when the summer ends
sky is womb and she’s the moon
i’m not listening
you took a zip car to utopia
you’ve got a teflon heart- and nothing sticks to you. you’ve got a teflon heart- i think i want one too
he decides to dream. dream up a new self, for himself
style is the answer to everything
we lived half our lives together
oh honey, i can’t lose
oh, I could be new. you underestimate me
the key is in the light
you were only waiting for this moment to arise
eureka
ride the tops
how can i think small with the given name w
it’s the third heat
all you need is rain
luxury is a myth
you perceive what you sense
you don’t remember your death
thoughts are memories, so remember everything the way you want it
the best lies are mostly true
i have a trash can in my memory
just to be there now, one more time with you
i think i lost it all out there
if you swear there is no truth, how come you say it like you’re right
i don’t know the meaning of anything
time-based Julia set visualization
so, go, my little firecracker. brighten up the sky
being named w set the tone of my reality
my intentions were full of pride
academic core
why is there something rather than nothing
you do not need to look for it
it’s nothing as it seems
that one smile is like the sun
give me one second
you coulda been mine, whoa, oh
z_{n+1} = z_n^2 + c
everything is information
information is everything
wake me up when september ends
may or may not return
let’s go again
making piles of atoms
the experience itself has no aroma or shared understanding
this is the smile that i’ve never shown you
the past is an illusion
i think i’m doing okay
tremendous friction
hey glad girls, only wanna get you high
why do you cry
you’re like red wine, honey, i can’t have anymore
nothing is stable, nothing is defined
keep up
increasing my list of ‘former mentors’
a former mentor’s final lesson was: people deserve a second chance, not a third
turn down for what
as if he knew his time was short
lagom
history doesn’t exist
you can’t verify history
create more content
don’t trust, verify
the death of capitalocracy is the awakening of the population
think you will make it through
there is a dumpster in the driveway with all of the plans that came undone
you are not thinking, you are merely being logical
you tell them that they’re good kids, but you know that’s not true
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think bigger
i must be dreaming, please don’t shake me
1.37 x 10^21 photons per second per square meter
for the lou
subtle quiet shift towards capitalocracy
creating trumps consuming
awareness is pure. it has no concepts or ideas
being aware of memories means you are not the memory
life is exactly what you think it is
don’t ask for patience
it’s not a dead-end, but a spot where you turn around
this is our last opportunity to do this for the first time
i am thinking it’s a sign
take this sinking boat and point it home. we’ve still got time
moods that take me, moods that erase me, moods that paint me black
this game has no name
we’ve still got time
you’ve squandered more than you could borrow
but maybe not tonight
raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
finis origine pendet
i love when you tell me not to speak
i’ve got nothing to do but stare at these walls and take some time to screw my head on right
it’s not alright when all our words collide
what is love
color me in
question everything, learn something, answer nothing
basically, i wish that you loved me
consciousness engineering
lose your heart in history
head for the coast- everything goes
convenient new inventions bait the tease
gravitational time dilation
it’s simple, but it’s true
toehold
“come down now,” but we’ll stay
|E(a, b) – E(a, b’) + E(a’, b) + E(a’, b’)| <=2
did the cat get your tongue
won’t take my eyes off the ball again
mother will she tear your little boy apart
what are light quanta
the future is no place to store your better days
gravity rides everything
and i’ll find my own way out
we had a divine sense
don’t react, direct
p(doom)
i found a liquid cure for my land locked blues
there are things that drift away, like our endless, numbered days
the colors red and blue
. – –
only that day dawns to which we are awake
and i could walk from one end of this town to the other
enlargen your world
live state vector reduction
gravity wells of the energy landscape
everything looks perfect from far away
listen to the beat of your heart
where we want what we’re not and we don’t want to stop
ride around with no brakes
i’m alright, it’s alright
only love is all maroon
all roads lead home
that’s just about as funky as you can be
i’d swim across Lake Michigan
grey light, new day leaks through the window
seasons change; let it go
parental controls
“don’t ask why; it’s just because” or “have faith”
loveless
i’ve made a lot of mistakes
reality is transperspectival
i’m always about two tenths of a second behind
who will love you
the climate charts are not okay
burn the past to light the way
in ranch dressing
a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
conformers something something
let’s just breathe
what’s going on
nanoscale biomolecular wiring
coastline paradox
dreams don’t give chase
no regrets, baby
stronger together
in your hand, you hold my light, the gleam in the eye of Set
don’t wake me up – let me dream
it’s really bursting at the seams
Part 3: The Awakening
reiki realigned my root chakra
1.618033…
it’s simulations all the way down
maybe this year will be better than the last
it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls
it’s not a star, it’s a satellite
sometimes things that don’t pan out actually work in your favor
this could be the year
i am the rain king
you can always drink more but you can’t drink less
good work emerges
don’t die wondering
hold me closer than that
it’s a stand ankle deep in a creek and think on it for a while kind of situation
I saw someone today who looked exactly like you
no, you can’t always get what you want
snow falling slowly on cedar
searchable log of all communication and knowledge
404
don’t you read my blog
the rain symbolizes rebirth
let go of each other, let go of every thing
another bunch of words you can soon forget
i get the news i need on the weather report
there has been a subtle shift in the parameters of this simulation
the need to destroy things creeps up on me every time
failures are a training ground
that’s right, woodchuck-chuckers
remember how things were before the fire?
it’s all connected
suddenly 45
populus iamdudum defutatus est
it’s probably time to start packing up
is there anyone who knows the whole thing?
big picture
the stars sing: I’ve got their song in my head
my future is so bright that I can’t seem to see what’s ahead
you can’t prove it won’t happen
SOBER: Son Of a Bitch, Everything’s Real
you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take
birds huddle and wait, flowers tilt their small cups hardly moving. when the rain comes, roofs are the first to know.
let’s talk about spaceships or anything else
you’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. you’ll be handsome and beautiful. you’ll be happy.
“a desire for more cows”
it is vast and shadowy, and also part of who we are
caught off guard
stomp them out like cigarettes
well, i did my best to keep my head
we danced as windows shattered- for our island- for the thrill of it- for everything that mattered
i lie through my teeth
there’s a bullet in the gun – there’s a fire in your heart – you will move all mountains that stand in your path
U+1D54F
it has been raining a lot but we haven’t yet discussed it
gravity alters time
the w boson is 0.1% too heavy
it is raining in san francisco
i have realized that i exist in a superposition
august, and everything after
we are the virus
reach out to the people you love
on the bright side, Central Park has been perfect lately
from here, i can touch the sun
